Yang Fei watched the little girl with her innocent and adorable demeanor, and couldn't help but praise her.
"What a good child."
The little girl blushed and smiled shyly, her big eyes twinkling like a deer's, full of simple beauty.
Yang Fei couldn't help but sigh; for a country and people like this, even after surviving countless battles, bleeding and sacrificing, he would do it without hesitation.
Protecting such beauty is the innate duty of every soldier.
When Yang Fei was on missions abroad, each time he saw small, lifeless bodies lying in the rubble, his heart was always filled with anger and helplessness.
War is like a huge monster; once involved, even pregnant mothers and newborns can't escape being devoured.
Old Master Wang was by his side, and Yang Fei did not dare let his eyes linger on the beauties.
Standing straight and proud, with his eyes unwavering, he exuded the demeanor of an iron-blooded soldier.
